For the past few months, I have literally been salivating at the thought of realizing one of my travel dreams. I almost didn't think it would actually happen until I was boarding the flight in Los Angeles on Friday night
I definitely cannot hang like I used to.
It is quite evident that I am over 30. I've found some really long grey hairs in my head
Back when I had a best friend that lived in Chicago, I visited her about 2 times a year. As a result, I've made friends and had some great times there. But when my friend moved
Lately I've been seeing a ton of blog posts, articles, etc., about solo female travel and I have to say
Alright, it's been about a month since I left for Spain, I am sufficiently over the jet lag, regrettably settled back into the normality of my daily routine, my laptop has been restored to greatness
Keeping up with this blogging schedule situation is a mess. It's hard to manage being a Christian, an attorney, with a moderate social life and blogging
I have never been so cold in my whole black life. That is, until I went to Breckenridge, Colorado for the weekend. I mean
On Friday, my friends and I spent a night at the museum